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Chapter 22: Let the first day begin, doc
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 23: Day one
“Mr. Rufino. No, please.” She begged, but he winded the bat on his leg with a classy sound of breaking his kneecaps.He fell unconscious, which she calculated as his death and the last word begging his life from her.She was shivering badly and unable to breathe the left oxygen.“Let the day one begin, doctor.” Samson smiled.Her shivering, dainty figure looked back at the man who bore the pain of a metallic baseball bat on his knees.The shock delivered by this man resurfaced her wounds, making her live the exact moment she had scared her entire life.She looked at his face and saw Ethan’s face counting his last breath. The first thing her body reacted to was she went cold, and the only sign given to Samson was her warm tears scrolling down her cheeks, making the scene crisp from the memories. Samson crotched, thinking he scared the life out of her, but looking at her with no movements, he shook her.“Hey.”“Hey, doctor.” She reached a state of shock, where her body stopped reacting
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 24: Day Two
Day 2Margarita rubbed her eyes when the sun peaked inside from her sheer curtains. She glanced at her phone and realized she had exactly forty-five minutes to get ready and reach her clinic, where someone would wait for her to take her to Samson’s farmhouse. Hastily she headed towards the bathroom to prepare herself, and for the first time, she felt an energy surge through her dead senses to accomplish something today. The previous day was harsh enough for her, but she handled it well with the presence of her mind.Once done with her morning routine, she prepared herself with a baby pink dress with a dive back design, enhancing her curves but protecting in the same way. She didn’t have the time to make a perfect bun and let her wavy hair strands compliment her face naturally. She remembered how she hated coloring her hair blond when she graduated back in Milan. It completely changed her look; now she knew how much she loved her light brown hair. She wore a white denim jacket to look
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 25: Day 3
“Hello, Margarita.” She picked up her phone.“Yes, Kayla.”“I would like to inform you that our clinic is celebrating ten years of accomplishments, so everyone got the invitation to the party.”Margarita never liked to go to parties or socialize with people. She was punishing herself by leaving everything she loved the most.But getting a call from Kayla means it would be a professional gathering of interns and doctors rather than spoiled rich brats ready to get high.“Hello, Margarita.”“Yeah, I am here.”“I will send you the details in the mail.”“Sure.”“And how was your session? Any progress with that new patient?”“Nothing important. I will inform Doctor Phoebe regarding that.”They hung up the phone that pulled her back, at the moment, with Samson. He was not an easy-going person who would open up, and she was not experienced enough to crack this hard-core shell. She went to the kitchen with those thoughts to fill her belly with anything, but it turned out she forgot to fill the
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 26: Day 3 - Part 2
“When everything was burning inside me... do you know whom I chose to protect?”He guzzled the drink, not letting his heavy throat hint pain in his voice.“You chose to protect the fire.” She finished his sentence.Is this genuine to read his thoughts, or does she actually feel the glimpse of his pain burning him inside?“Have you ever been to that fire before?”“That fire will not let you sleep, will burn everything inside you until..” she knew what exactly he was referring to, and there was not a single night she didn’t stop feeling that fire burning her inside out.“Until...” he questioned.“Until you let it fill your burned, dark self with a new motive.”He shifted close to her. “Do you think it’s easy to fill that dark part with a new thing? Trust me; I like to torment myself.”She knew every syllable was coming from his mouth, defining her exactness. He was going through the same pain as hers. Whether or not they wanted to come out, they tormented their soul with the fire of the
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 27: Day 3-Part 3
Antonio saw Samson’s car entering the gateway. He excitedly walked to check on them, thinking about where Margarita had taken him for therapy. His feet came to rest when he saw Samson come out of the car sucking his cigarette, leaving Margarita back in the car. Antonio quietly walked towards Margarita, whose eyes followed that heartless man leaving her behind.“Is everything alright, doctor?” Antonio questioned.Margarita nodded silently, thinking, is it okay to follow him this time, or should she leave? Antonio’s eyes landed on her skin where Samson’s rugged grip imprinted, leaving black and blue marks on her flawless skin.“Did he hurt you?” There was a concern in his voice, and she could see he was familiar with his wild behavior.“It’s nothing.” she decided to follow Samson, trying her heart out to convince him he did the right thing by talking at Silviya’s grave.“Miss. Margarita, I am sorry you are suffering because of him. But you are the only one who stood firmly in front of h
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 28: Day 4
Sitting quietly in the car, Margarita saw her illusion in the mirror.“It’s been three days.” She declared the failure of no progress in Samson’s situation.“I am sorry, Antonio. I think I am not the right person for him.”Whenever she sees Samson, she feels him. The way he was struggling in sleep, not able to tell the misery curbing inside him. And if she cannot connect with him, she knows she can never recover.“You are changing him, Miss Margarita.” He gave her a small glimpse of looking back at the road.“I don’t think so. He didn’t open up to me. I considered taking him to Silviya’s grave, and talking his heart out would release his yoke. But I was wrong; he retaliated the other way.” Her eyes disembarked on her finger.“I would say you hit the right nerve. Samson differs from others. He mummed when he suffers, and when he heals, he...”Antonio left the sentence for Margarita to fill in the blanks.She reached the clinic and returned to her home in her car.The things between Mar
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 29: Day 4: Part 2
“I cannot sleep at night because...”“My past haunts me,” Samson confessed with a firm voice.A sense of numbness crawled in her body. How would she treat him when he carried the same demons as her?“Could you help me refine your haunting thoughts?” She knew she was entering the dark room, where she might not handle herself.“Death,” he whispered, and she could feel the hole in her heart open up.“Death of innocent people. Blood of closed ones.”Everything she closed in the chest of her mind opened up like she was talking to a mirror responsible for everything. “You lost someone close?” She had to compose herself.“Yes,” he whispered, missing the part where he needed to mention he had killed them all.She picked up the water to regain her senses, rolling the pencil between her index and thumb. “What do you think, doctor? How can I stop these feelings that don’t let me sleep?” Samson questioned.“Mr. Rufino, there are always some events in life in which we feel stuck, and our mind trie
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 30: Flashback
FLASHBACK (5 years back)Margarita is sitting alone in her room, watching further from her mansion in Sicily. It’s been a few months since they slaughtered Ethan.Not to mention her dad and brother searched every nook and cranny, killing every viable prospect to satisfy the burning vindictively. Every night, they came home empty-handed without knowing where they could find the mastermind behind that event. But Margarita blamed herself for what happened that night when she was supposed to be the one at her brother’s place. Her overconfidence of going without security killed her brother.“Decker,” Adele called his name on a high pitch.Margarita jumped out of her bed and ran to see her dad.He clenched his chest, sliding back in his rocking chair.She wanted to enter the room, holding his hand, but when he saw her, he extended his hand towards Mateo, hinting she didn’t exist for him anymore.“Daddy,” she whispered as the saltwater curbed her sight.Mateo signaled her to move out of sigh
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Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 161: Time
Three of them went inside. Samson could feel the resilience aura coming his way from Mateo. His presence might have been accepted by the Italian don but by the brother of Margarita Costello.The room was filled with a tense silence as Decker’s sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.“Samson,” Decker’s voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.“How are you now?”“I am... better,” Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.“Mateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,” Decker instructed, his eyes never leaving Samson.Mateo nodded and left the room, leaving Samson and Decker alone for a moment. The silence was tangible, and Samson could feel the weight of Decker’s scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 159: The end of the villain
Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 158: Sarah's struggle
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The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
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THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 155: Forgiveness
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
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Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctor’s observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethan’s tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslan’s face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldn’t save him.“Why does it always have to be them? Why can’t I protect the ones I love?” Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
THE DEVIL'S TRAP Chapter 153: Refuge
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone
